Journal of the San Juan Islands


Crazy Little Thing Called Love

February 14, 2013 · Updated 4:28 PM

It didn’t take us long to decide upon the winner of the Journal’s inaugural Valentine’s Day contest, “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”. Wendy Wiegert enchanting story of radio romance tickled our fancy, swept us off our feet, rekindled our collective flame. Choose whatever metaphor you may, it fits.

We think you’ll enjoy it too.

As winner of the first-ever “Crazy Little Think Called Love” contest, Wiegert, in addition to having this tender tale published on this page, will receive a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and our endearing admiration. Best of luck to you, Wendy, and to your Radio Romeo.


By Wendy Wiegert, Special to the Journal

I just came in from a long day and needed to unwind to my favorite smooth jazz station. Suddenly, a song came on the radio that I hadn't heard before.

It was so intriguing I had to call and get the name of it. At the station, a perfect sounding DJ voice answered. I asked him about the song.

He told me the name of it was "In Walked Love". I was distracted for a moment. His voice was so comforting and familiar. He asked for my name and wondered what I was doing home on a Saturday night. "Wait, hold on," he said, in a very insistent and persuasive tone, "Don't go away."

As he went back to playing commercials and introducing music I thought I should just hang up. Why give this radio Romeo my time. But, I had no other plans for the evening, plus I was curious. So I stayed on the line. We continued talking and connecting as if we were long lost friends. Before we knew it, two hours had flown by.

He mentioned to me that he usually didn't answer that phone line. But, for some reason that night, he did. We made plans to speak the following Saturday.

This time we stayed on the phone for more than three hours. It was as if we couldn't run out of things to talk about.

We continued to speak every Saturday night over the next four months. Our conversations were so satisfying. They flowed like well-oiled machines.

Soon we both felt as though we were falling in love. Eventually we met, and continued our relationship in person.

He told me when he first heard my voice that night, it was like coming home.


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